Poetry A poem.

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    Bard CLIPCLOP COCONUT

    When do seconds become sheep,




    And sheep take me to that place




    The ticking clock can't get me?




    No fences here, just a face.




    Yeah, I see you. A real slick face.




    And those hands! Twisted, always




    Turning but never to embrace me,




    Just to drag me on. "Time always tells!"




    They say, but tells what?




    How worthless I am, how I can't




    Get anything right, how I can't




    Make this stick, how I can't




    Be myself, or how I can't




    Exhale, or how I can't




    Cry, or how I can't




    How I can't





    --







    Fall asleep.




    Silence makes you more profound.




    It should be commended -- so much




    Expression in that one sound.




    Gears turning in my head, and yours!




    Tick. Tock. Just to drag me on.




    Mindless clicking, I'll lay here 'till




    I realize what?




    How worthless I am? Yes, it hurts




    To think I'll always fail, it hurts




    When I'm alone, and it hurts




    Even with friends, it hurts




    As I breathe in, it hurts




    To smile,and it hurts




    Oh, how it hurts




    To fall asleep.




     

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